Graceful Beginnings

'Ay.. tis the end of the world.' 'Crazy!' sayeth the old geezer who thinks he is privy to the the knowledge of our historic path.

Why is it historic? It is historic because people have to have the story in their minds. Knowledge is a shared desire of all humans.

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Go this website for my so called blog.

That is where you go to see what I've been talking about lately. Trying to make some headway on getting this website an active site and in the meantime trying to figure out where my next step takes me. As of today January 7 I am still working on an edit of the HoneyDust Halloween show which puts me up against Technology which I know is a counterproductive attitude but... there seems to be a law about this Computer world and Me. It basically says whatever can be frustrating and find ways.. reasonable ways I am sure, it's not metaphysics, (are you sure Guy?) that things will not only be frustrating but find new surprising ways to block whatever the heck you think you want to achieve.

Anyways something going on with Librans this year still according to my Astrologer, Minerva. 

Cab driving can not sustain me much longer I must find an alternative even though yes I do love it.

Trying to do too much and not succeeding. Don't know where to say no to the things in my life that are simply not working. Anyways had a waking dream in the morning hours about opening a Storefront in Marin I don't know what I would be selling... something about Healing I called it in my mind  Sweet Life and it had to do with some type of epiphany, some type of mental insight about how much of life is wasted in struggle, needless struggle
over everything and that I could regain my contact with the inner happy soul who is just happy to share being, with everyone and somehow everything might work so easily. I can't express properly the sense of aha, and that well you had to get to be 60 years of age you miserable old fool to figure it out. Of course I haven't really figured out anything.

I stumbled out of my room in the Tenderloin Hotel in San Rafael to head for the bathroom down the hall. No different than a thousand other times cotton balls still stuffed in my ears hair looking like old Ludwig Van Frightwig, hoping to not bump into my assortment of ne'er do wells and under appreciated geniuses who share these old walls and anyways here comes loudmouth Mike striding down the hallway wide awake. 'Good Morning Sunshine' he broadcasts to me with a grin. Yeah for a minute or two I had it figured out Something about that mysterious Universe I mean Mike doesn't come saying 'Good Morning Sunshine' every day in fact it never happened before. And yet I am having this evanescent revelation that I can now say goodbye to my old life and graduate to Sweet Life and their to greet me. Mike who when he isn't busy mowing down imaginary people
with his imaginary machine gun, when he is frustrated you know about it. Good old Mike so in synch with the greater Universe that ... Does the world ever amaze you?

'Fantastic Times'

My Mom was at the Wall Street Demonstrations a few days back. 'Fantastic times' she says about our world. My favorite old lady,

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